PISTACHIO PIRATES [Intro] Yueah… Raise the ice green flag… North Nut Sea… Pistachio Pirates… [Verse 1] Mellow Green sails whipping through a lime sea sky plain Pistachio shells stacked mountain high smoking on that flame Emerald smoke pouring off the deck Every island wondering who’s next Hit the Donut District before sunrise Took the frosting, left the sprinkles behind Raided Cinnamon Cove for their basil pepper shine gold Even raided grandma’s cookie mold Banana Bay tried starting a fight Three cannon blasts ended that fight— Watermelon Kingdom rang the bell Now they’re drown at the bottom of the Pomegranate swells [Pre-Chorus] Crystal orbed chains around hard shell necks… Pistachio Pirates keep they’re flames lit… Everybody screaming Pistachio raids in terror… If you see those sails then you gotta choice — hoist the colors they scream’in as they rollin in— but I’d rather die than let them win [Chorus] Pistachio Pirates! Cuttin through the glow blue tide Pistachio Pirates! Whole crew ready to fucking die— Sugar Salt storm burning and completely weaponized — Pain is gain as it was prophesied — Everybody knows… When that ice green flag flies… PISTACHIO PIRATES gonna plunder until they meet they’re demise [Drop] Whoa-oh-oh… Pistachio Pirates… Whoa-oh-oh… Bass shaking every coconut island breeze… [Verse 2] Blueberry Borough paid their fee Chocolate Harbor bent the knee Marshmallow Marsh got cleaned right out Now they singing with the crowd Captain Nutmeg said open your fucking eyes Orange Empire built stone walls They done took the walls down… bricks by brick until the clock tick round — Heard one old captain named Belbosa laugh, “Don’t worry I won’t let them pass!” Single well placed cannon ball - swimming in the seas like it’s sky fall [Bridge] Treasure ain’t diamonds… Treasure ain’t gold… It’s dancing with your crew Till you’re ninety years old. Green moon glow in my purple Tangie bowl… Sky so loud… Bass hits harder Than a trip haze zebra water thundercloud. [Chorus] Pistachio Pirates! Cuttin through the glow blue tide Pistachio Pirates! Whole crew ready to fucking die— Sugar Salt storm burning and completely weaponized — Pain is gain as it was prophesied — Everybody knows… When that ice green flag flies… PISTACHIO PIRATES gonna plunder until they meet they’re demise [Verse 3] PISTACHIO PIRATES— met their match — Cosmic Glider hit their secret island stash — Plunder returned to the open sea — crew screamin oh crap PISTACHIO PIRATES Ain’t that great PISTACHIO PIRATES Taking a break PISTACHIO PIRATES One small mutiny — PISTACHIO PIRATES Finally take a knee
